Noisy Brats

The fight was harmless—feathers, giggles, Lika Star and Lana Roy swinging pillows at each other. Shalina Devine watched from the landing above. One sharp word, a few bare steps down the stairs, and the noise died. "Make peace," she ordered, voice low and certain. They obeyed. The first kiss landed soft on Lana’s mouth; the next one Lika stole from Shalina’s. Hands found skin. Tops slid. Fingers dipped. Blonde hair spilled across brunette, and soon all three lay tangled on the sheets. Shalina’s mouth moved lower while Lana’s slick fingers teased the blonde open. Lika gasped, back arching, when Shalina pressed deeper. Lana replaced those fingers with the first slow thrust of her tongue, then replaced that with something thicker—smooth, insistent. The blonde took every inch, moaning for more. Shalina held her open, watching, until the tight ring gave and the room filled with wet sounds and breathless praise.